"Okay, if you understand, I’m hanging up." Click! Marvin ended the call and looked around as his driver stopped the car in the restaurant parking lot Stella had mentioned. For some reason, he had asked the driver to take him to the restaurant instead of the office. Even though what Stella was doing wasn’t part of his plan, he still felt the urge to follow her. After a short moment, he got out of the car. He saw Stella walking quickly, deliberately bumping into Damian. "She's started her act," Marvin murmured, crossing his arms and watching as Stella extended her hand to Damian. Marvin stayed where he was, calmly observing the scene in front of him. He noticed Damian’s shocked expression as he saw Stella’s new look. Marvin's eyes narrowed when he saw Damian looking at Stella’s body with an intense gaze. "I think he still has feelings for my wife," Marvin murmured. His eyes narrowed further when he saw Damian’s lips curl into a reverse crescent. Finally, Marvin walked closer to t
"Mia said her meeting with Damian at the restaurant yesterday was to discuss their wedding," Stella said as she ate breakfast with Marvin. "Damian got angry at Mia for not telling him we were already married." "And? What did your sister say?" Marvin asked. "Mia told Damian that the wedding was private and that you requested it not be publicized. Damian wasn’t suspicious at all since you had said that before," Stella explained. Marvin nodded. "Good." "Why not spread the news of our marriage? Wouldn’t it be beneficial if Fanny heard about it? Why keep it hidden?" Stella asked, placing her spoon and fork on her plate and looking at Marvin seriously. "We need to tackle our mission step by step to ensure it's easier, well-planned, and thorough. Let’s deal with Damian first, then we’ll move on to destroying Fanny. If issues arise simultaneously and we’re not well-prepared, we’ll lose before we even start." Marvin placed his spoon and fork on his plate and looked at Stella. "Fann
Marvin entered his house and walked towards the living room, which was empty. Not a single person was there. "Miss Bertha?" Marvin called out, half shouting for his housekeeper. "Yes, Sir?" A woman in her mid-thirties suddenly appeared, approaching Marvin. "What is it, Sir? Are you ready to eat now?" she asked. "No," Marvin replied. "Where’s Stella? Is she in her room?" "Mrs. Stella?" "Yes, where is she? Is she in her room?" Marvin asked again. "Mrs. Stella is upstairs, Sir," Miss Bertha said, looking flustered. Marvin frowned at the woman’s flustered tone, then he walked towards the stairs and climbed up to Stella’s room. He knocked several times, frowning when there was no answer. "Stella? Are you in there?" Marvin asked, but there was still no answer. He opened the door, and the room was empty. "She’s not here," Marvin muttered. Marvin walked back downstairs and approached Miss Bertha, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Stella isn’t in her room. Where is she?" Mar
"How do I look? Am I beautiful?" Stella asked. Marvin looked Stella up and down. "Not quite perfect yet." "Then how should I dress, Sir?" Stella looking disappointed by Marvin's comment. Marvin scrutinized what might be wrong with Stella. The dress she was wearing was perfect. It was a short, sleeveless dress with straps on the sides, ending slightly above her knees. Marvin glanced at the heels Stella wore, and they were also perfect, matching the color of her dress. "What’s wrong, Sir? My makeup? Is it too thick? My lipstick? Is it not bright enough? Should I use a bolder color?" Stella asked again. Marvin examined Stella's face closely. There was nothing wrong with her makeup. It looked natural and not thick at all. "I’ll change into something sexier. Tonight, I have to look very beautiful in front of Damian so that he regrets hurting me," Stella said, about to turn around, but Marvin grabbed her wrist first. Stella immediately looked at her hand that Marvin was holding. "Yo
Marvin cut the steak in front of him, then slid Stella's plate towards himself, while pushing his own plate towards Stella. Stella looked at the man who was now smiling at her. "Eat, darling," Marvin said. Stella frowned, nodded, and smiled hesitantly. "Thank you," she said. "You're welcome," Marvin replied, stroking Stella's head, causing her to lower it slightly in surprise at being touched. "He's good at playing a drama," Stella thought. Meanwhile, Damian, watching the scene before him, began to feel annoyed, his hands even clenching tightly. In contrast, Mia looked relaxed, enjoying the meal on the table. The dinner was truly perfect. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed premium quality beef. "How is it? Do you like the food?" Marvin asked. "Very much," Mia replied with a smile. "We're enjoying it, Sir. Thank you," Damian said. Marvin smiled back. "I'm glad to hear that." He propped his elbows on the table and clasped his fingers together, looking at Damian very
"Since you're married, let's plan this," Marvin said, joining them on the sofa. "The first page is just a diversion. The following pages contain the actual property transfer documents. The real purpose of our plan. When you ask for Damian's signature, tell him it's an agreement regarding the shares he promised you. Just say you want to finalize the share transfer." Mia looking at the contents of the folder, furrowed her brows in confusion. "Ah, this piece of paper." "Yes, it's just to divert Damian's attention," Marvin replied. "Can't we just explain it straightforwardly without all the convolutions? Divert his attention from what?" Stella chimed in. Marvin exhaled sharply. He looked at Stella and Mia seriously. "Listen to me carefully." Stella and Mia looked at Marvin with serious expressions. "The first page outlines the benefits of the agreement between Mia and Damian. The subsequent pages are the actual transfer documents for the company, the house, and other assets. The fir
Stella closed her eyes as Marvin's face drew closer to hers. She felt the man's lips firmly on hers. She gripped the sofa she was sitting on as their lips met, the man being her husband. "I've been holding back since I saw her just out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel the other day. She keeps tempting me until I can't resist touching her anymore," Marvin thought. Marvin pushed Stella's body until she was lying on the sofa, Their eyes met again. Stella swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she stared at Marvin's face. This was the first time Stella had been this close to a man. With Damian, they had never done anything beyond holding hands and kissing on the cheek. Marvin, now on top of his wife. brought his face closer to Stella's again, prompting her to close her eyes once more. Since Stella didn't resist at all, Marvin botdly unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and brought his face closer to her again. However, before he could kiss her in the right spot, there was a kno
"Are we not married?" Damian came out of the bathroom with towel wrapped around his waist, walked over to Mia until he was standing in front of her. "Why do you never let me touch you?" he asked, inhaling the sweet scent of Mia's neck. Mia gently pushed against Damian's cold chest. Damian's physique was quite impressive, and seeing him fresh from a shower made him look even more handsome. If only Damian weren't such a jerk, Mia might have fallen for him. Unfortunately, he had left a deep wound in her heart with what she had been through. "You know very well why I never let you touch me, even though you are my husband," said Mia, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I want it, darling." Damian approaching Mia again, touched her cheek with his nose, inhaling her sweet scent. Mia pushed against Damian's chest. "In our agreement, there is no mention of a physical relationship, right? That means you are not allowed to touch me." Damian smirked. "Who said there wasn't? There clearly